The Canyon knows...
its Breath comes quick in ragged warning
its raspy Voice is veiled in mourning
for the Change may see it re-designed
...a sacrifice no less divine...
and the Sun may pass through different Doors
and the Stream may touch on different Shores...
But, still,
the Canyon knows...
that all that is to be, is done
that all that is to die, is born
that water, fire, air and earth
must transmutate for Phoenix's birth
while Dark eclipses...for a pause...
and then the Earth is, as it was...
Oh yes,
the Canyon knows...
and so prepares for Earth's Great Spirit:
Let all who understand, now hear it.